Mister Cruz

The stakes are rising, and only one of us knows that we're playing the same game.

Sutton
Running a sports agency in a male-dominated world isn't for the faint of heart, but I thrive in it. I'm good at what I do—hunting talent, dominating the game—but it leaves little room for a personal life. I've been burned too many times to let anyone see who I am when the sun sets. At night, I crave surrender and anonymity, free from the demands of my hard-earned reputation. If the players in my industry got one whiff of that side of me, they'd never take me seriously again.

And that's where he comes in. A nameless man who wears a mask both in the club and in my mind. What began as a fluke visit to an elite club becomes an addiction, and soon I'm craving more than just my faceless stranger's biting words or the sting of his palm.

With him, I can release control and embrace my deepest desires without judgment.
With him, I can let go.

Max
I don't believe in coincidences, especially when it comes to Sutton Hart. We've been at odds over a top draft pick for months now, both of us doing our best to woo this rising star, so when she walks The Rabbit Hole, her usual ball-busting persona replaced by mouth-watering submission, I know it's no accident. Her presence in my safe haven is an act of warfare, an attack; she's discovered the truth about me and has come to wreak havoc.

But in the club, I wear a mask to hide my true self. And it doesn't take long to realize she has no idea who I am. To her, I'm just the Dom who can make her surrender in ways she never thought possible. To her, I'm just a faceless man in control—of her body, her mind... her release.

With each meeting, the tension grows—as does my desire for her. The one-sided anonymity between us becomes a dangerous game, but I can't stop myself. I want her. Both in the club and out. The stakes are rising, and only one of us knows that we're playing the same game.

*CEOs of Kink*

Mister Cruz